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Edgar Allan Poe

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The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see
The wantonest singing birds,
Are lips- and all thy melody
Of lip-begotten words

Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined,
Then desolately fall,
O God! on my funereal mind
Like starlight on a pall

Thy heart- thy heart!- I wake and sigh,
And sleep to dream till day
Of the truth that gold can never buyOf
the baubles that it may.

Beauty Desire Money and Wealth Platonic Love Soul

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Edgar Allan Poe

1809-01-19 — 1849-10-07 · Boston

Edgar Allan Poe was an American writer, poet, editor, and literary critic, best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre. He is widely regarded as a central figure of Romanticism in the United States and American literature as a whole. Poe is credited with inventing the detective fiction genre and was one of the earliest American writers of short stories, as well as the originator of the "cosmic horror" subgenre. His work is characterized by its exploration of dark themes, psychological depth, and often melancholic or terrifying atmosphere.